I used to writte with my heart
One the pen flowing light
Now it lays broken, blown apart
With no chance of a new start
Why is it so hard?
Of trust being worthy?
Why do you discar?
Someting not easily given?
Because now I lay marred
I don't know what to say
My heart is so scarred
Will I see another day?
My words are stuck
My heart erratically beats
In trust I'm a schmuck
How can I take a repeat?
I want so bad to trust you
But the fears is slowly
Slowly eating me
How can I start again?
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
